Date: Sat, 15 Jan 2005 14:02:37 -0800 (PST)
From: peliguin
Subject: Bobby and Chris Part 6
NOTE: I have received many request asking about the Bobby and Chris
story: Is the story REALLY true? Do Bobby and Chris exist in real life?
Are they gay? What are their ages now? Are you Bobby? Did these actions
in the story take place in the order you wrote or were they happenings
over a period of time, etc. etc. It would be too difficult to answer each
and every one, although I tried, and I feel this forum is not the
appropriate place to go into those details, so I have composed a short
letter answering all your questions, and more. If interested, email me at
peliquin@yahoo.com and ask for "Notes on the real Bobby and Chris." and
I will email you the letter. Thanks.
BOBBY AND CHRIS - PART 6
Before I left the work out room I took the hair brush from the closet
over the sink. I thought it might come in handy in Chris' punishment. I
felt that boy needed a good spanking, not the light spanking he received
earlier in my bedroom.
As I walked into the workshop I was surprised to see Chris kneeling on
the floor with his hands behind his back still completely naked and
staring at the floor.
"As I told you Chris, you will have to be punished for lying to me in the
other room. And I'm going to begin by giving you a solid spanking on your
bare ass right here and now." I said as I hit my own open palm with the
hair brush. The slap got his attention and he looked up from the floor
and stared at the brush in my hand.
I pulled a chair into the middle of the room. " Crawl to me on your knees
and lay over my lap" I ordered as I adjusted my hard cock in my
underpants.
Chris crawled slowly over to me, his blue eyes looking into mine.He
gently draped his nude body over my knees., When he was in position I
looked at his body and ran my hand over his back, ass and legs. It felt
good to do so especially since I had shaved off all his body hair. I
gently massaged his neck and shoulders, then ran my hand down his
back. I glided my fingers through his ass crack and then felt his balls.
He jumped slightly when I touched them, I think he remembered how I
squeezed them a short time ago and I think he feared I might do it again.
I held the hair brush in my right hand and slammed it down on his right
ass cheek. His entire body jerked but he said nothing. I then took
another swat and hit him in the exact same place.
I spanked his left cheek and kept on alternating with the hair brush from
cheek to cheek. It wasn't long before they were both strawberry red. He
didn't let out any wild cries he just kept murmuring a long string of
owwwwwwwws. I adjusted my body and had him spread his legs wider and with
all my strength I hit him on that right cheek. He screamed aloud that
time. I ignored his cry and continued slamming that hair brush on that
right cheek.
"Please sir" he sobbed, "I can't take any more. It hurts real bad. Please
stop. I will never lie to you again." His legs were kicking in the air
and with his left hand he was holding onto my left ankle.
"Shut up!" I yelled back at him and continued to spank him as hard as I
could. I paused for awhile as my hand and arm were getting tired. His
cheeks were flaming red and showed signs of the skin breaking. The right
cheek was red, raw and trickles of blood broke through the skin.
"OK, I will give you twenty more swats with the hair brush. But you have
to count them off for me and thank me each time. Do you understand?" I
asked.
He told me he understood and I began the new round of spanking.
"One, Sir. Thank you Sir!, may I please have another, Sir" he cried as
the brush made contact with his ass.
I could see that both his cheeks had been marked up. I hit his ass again.
"Two, Sir. Thank you Sir!, may I please have another, Sir" and so we
continued our spanking session. But after each swat it was more difficult
for him to keep asking for another swat. He was now crying aloud and I
could barely hear him speak.
"Nineteen......Sir.....Thank you....Sir.........may I please......have
another....Sir." he replied between sniffles.
At last we finished the twenty swats. I reached over and laid the hair
brush on the work bench. I gently ran my hands over his body soothing his
pains. His cock was now growing hard again. He started off hard but as
the spanking progressed he lost some of his erection, but he never lost
it all. My cock, still confined to my underpants, was hard through the
entire session.
"Do you see, Chris I had to punish you for lying to me. And I will have
to punish you every time you disobey me. You leave me no choice." I said
as I continued to lightly massage the back of his head and neck.
"Yes Sir. I know you have to punish me....and I deserve to be punished if
I don't follow your every command or if I displease you in anyway Sir."
he said.
"Stand up!" I ordered. "Clean off that work bench and lay face down on
it. Let your feet hang over the end of the bench." Chris did as he was
told.
I walked over to the corner of the room and picked up a bunch of dowels
that were standing in a bucket, I picked out one that was about three
feet long and walked back to Chris laying naked on the bench.
"I am going to continue to punish you. I want to impress upon you the
seriousness of this whole relationship. I am sure this will be a day you,
or I, will never forget," I said as I waved the dowel in front of his
face. Chris said nothing but I knew he was waiting for whatever came
next.
And it came swift. With the dowel in my right hand I let it hit his
shoulders. Immediately a red thin line popped up on his skin. I
followed with another swing, this time hitting his back. I continued
hitting his back, his shoulders and the back of his legs. I then walked
around to the back of the bench where his feet were hanging off. With a
swat of the dowel I hit the bottom of his feet, first the left foot then
the other. After the fifth or sixth swat he bent his knees as to avoid
the sting of the dowel.
"Who told you you could move," I shouted. "Here I am being nice to you.
I have deliberately not hit you on your sore ass because of the previous
spanking with the hair brush. But if you so much as move a muscle again
I will whip you on your ass and you won't be able to sit down for a
week. Do I make myself clear?" I asked in a loud voice.
"Yes Sir, I am sorry, Sir" he was sobbing again.
Swat!! I continued hitting the bottom of his feet. I then moved up his
body striking his back and shoulders. There were all sorts of criss-cross
red lines on his back made from the dowel. I finally stopped the
swatting.
"Look at me!" I held the dowel in front of his face and rubbed it against
his nose. "Now kiss it." I said as I placed it on his lips. With his
tear-streaked face he puckered his lips and kissed the dowel. Since I
didn't remove it, he continued to kiss it. I pulled it away from his
mouth and threw it in the corner.
Again that sense of domination of Chris ran through my entire body. It
felt sooo good. I looked down at his naked body and saw that blistered
ass and knew he was in discomfort. I didn't want to stop. I wanted to
punish Chris more, much more. I began to let my mind run wild.
I noticed under the paint cabinet a box of used candles, all colors and
sizes. I reached in and grabbed a green colored candle that had melted
down to about eight or nine inches. I laid it on the bench between his
legs. I found a can of machine oil that I also placed on the bench.
"OK, Chris, Now get on your knees. Keep facing the wall, I want to see
all of your ass facing me." I ordered him.
"Yes, Sir!", Chris said as he got into position. He automatically put his
head down flat on the bench and his arms by his side.
I moved up close beside him and after getting my finger wet with machine
oil rubbed it all over his pretty rosebud. I spread his hot ass cheeks
wide apart to get more room and a better look. His cheeks were still hot
and red, although there was no more signs of bleeding from the cuts and
bruises. I rubbed the oil on his ass lips then inserted my finger up and
into his hole. I wiggle my finger around his rectum I could feel his
warmth. I removed my finger to oil it up again and then shoved it back up
his asshole as far as my finger could reach. I finger fucked him for
awhile. Then I oiled two fingers and penetrated him again. In and out I
went I could feel the sphincter stretching to accommodate my fingers. I
shoved my fingers in deeper and kept pushing harder and faster. Chris was
sighing and moaning all the time but he hardly moved.
I removed my fingers, put them in the oil and this time I added a third
finger. When all were wet I placed them at the tip of his asshole. I made
a twisting motion from side to side and kept pushing hard against that
rosebud, all wrinkled up but shining from the oil. I got inside him. I
could see that hole stretching, opening wider and wider as my
fingers dug deeper and deeper.
"OH, MY GOD!" I heard Chris scream out. I didn't reply to him. I just
kept pushing in further and twisting the fingers as I went in. Then I
began to finger-fuck him again hard and fast. After what seemed like ten
minutes I withdrew my fingers.
I reached for that green candle and quickly inserted it into his ass. The
wick end was deep inside him. There was still plenty of oil on his body
to make the candle slide in and out smoothly. There had to be at least
seven inches inside his gut. I was sure I was hitting his prostate as
more pre-cum oozed out his piss slit. I kept fucking him with the candle
but wished I had a long fat dildo instead. I made a mental note to buy
one soon. I finally pulled it out of his ass. But I was not through with
the candle.
I reached into that box full of candles and pulled out a match book. I
struck the match. Chris heard the noise and I'm sure he smelled that
tell-tale fumes when a match is lit. His face was still on the bench but
he was looking back at me. I let him see me light the candle.
"Happy belated eighteenth birthday" I said as I held the candle high over
his ass cheeks. As the candle burned the melted wax began to run down and
drop on his ass. I looked at Chris' face for a reaction. His lips were
closed tightly but he didn't utter a sound. I continued dropping hot wax
on his ass and even let some fall on his hole. His body gave a quiver as
I let more of the wax build up in his asshole. Slowly I moved the candle
up and down his naked back dropping the liquid wax that seemed almost to
harden as soon as it hit his skin. I did the back of his legs and feet. I
held the candle under his toes so he could feel the heat of the flame,
but I did not burn him.
"Turn over on your back, boy" I yelled. Chris did so. His lips were still
pressed tight together and his eyes were closed, maybe expecting hot wax
on his face or eyes. I held the dripping candle over his chest making
sure that hot wax fell on both his nipples. I did his stomach area then
his pubes, were only an hour or so ago he had a black bush of curly
hair, but now it was all gone. His cock was still hard. With one hand I
pushed it against his thigh dropping wax on his cock, making sure I
didn't spill any on my hands. When some wax hit his balls he let out a
large gasp and took a deep breath. I continued on down to his legs and
feet and then went back up his body dropping hot wax. I went all the way
up both his arms and into his hairless armpits. That is when he screamed,
"PLEASE SIR......NO MORE, SIR" I placed my free hand over his mouth and
continued dropping the hot wax. I ended with a few drops on his forehead.
I removed my hand from his mouth and placed the lighted candle in front
of his lips, I told him to blow out the flame and he did. His entire
chest moved as he sighed a sound of relief that the wax treatment was
over.
"Now, get off the bench and stand in front of me" I shouted.
Chris hopped off the bench and as his legs hit the floor they almost
buckled. He held onto the edge of the bench. He raised his right foot and
put it gently down and did the same with the other. I sensed it was the
pain in the bottom of his feet from the dowel whipping I gave him that he
was hopping around. I just watched and in a few minutes he was standing
at attention facing me. His cock sticking straight out from this body as
mine was. He was looking up and down at the wax that clung to his skin.
I didn't realize I had dropped that much wax until I too looked up and
down his body.
I bent down in front of him and looked closely at his prick. His foreskin
intrigued me. I was jealous that mine was cut from me. I held the loose
skin in my hand and pushed it back so I could see all of his prick head.
I rubbed the head it was all wet with his pre-cum. I wondered to myself
how he could be so hard and hot after that spanking and waxing, I began
to slowly jerk him off with one hand and jerk my cock with the other. I
don't know why but I put our two cock-heads touching each other. I pulled
his foreskin forward and draped it over my cock. It was like my cock was
going into a tunnel but it was into his foreskin. I grabbed the cocks as
if they were one and slowly rubbed them. I liked the feel, I liked the
look of his foreskin on my dick. I thought I found something new. Later,
I learned that it is old hat, guys have been doing such things forever
and it is called "docking". But for me, and Chris, it was a first, just
as about everything else we did that day.
"Now move out into the garage," I ordered. "Stand in the middle near the
water drain in the floor." He moved quickly and stood directly over the
drain.
"I want you to lay on your back on the floor. Do it now."
Chris got down on the floor and stretched out his legs. I took off my
underwear and straddled his body. I was facing his feet and right above
his head. I lowered my body over his face so that he was staring directly
at my ass.
"You see my asshole, boy?" Before he could answer I said "Well, I want
you to use your tongue on it, like you did upstairs. I want you to lick
my ass hole, kiss it, suck it and eat it out real good and don't stop
even if any shit should be there. Am I making myself clear boy?"
"Yes Sir. You want me to get my tongue way up your asshole, like before,
Sir"
I lowered my body. His nose touched my ass. "Now let me feel that tongue
of yours" I commanded.
I felt the tip of his tongue at my hole. I immediately lowered myself
onto his face. His tongue was lapping up and down the crack even licking
my balls from time to time. Then I felt him put pressure on my hole with
his tongue. It was beginning to pass my lips. I pushed like I was going
to shit to open my hole so he could get his tongue in further. His tongue
did go in deeper. His hands were on each side of my ass cheeks, almost as
if he were holding me up. He didn't have too much room to breath as I was
almost sitting on his face.
"Keep doing it until I tell you to stop" I ordered. I pushed a little
harder to open the hole further and a fart came out into his face. But
that did not stop him from eating that hole. After about ten minutes I
felt I really had to shit. I guess it was some of that bacon and eggs
from breakfast. Another stinky fart shot out and now I really had to go.
I knew I had some turds in me and they had to be near the hole.
"Can you feel a turd in my ass with your tongue?" I asked.
"Yes Sir. You have a turd up there. I felt it with my tongue."
"I'm going to push a little harder to see if the turd shows its head out
of my hole." I gave a little push and I felt like I was shitting.
"Sir, your turd is out of your asshole about a half inch."
"Well, I want you to lick it with your tongue. Lick it hard so I can feel
it" I ordered.
Chris's tongue lapped at the turd sticking out of my hole. I pushed a
little harder. I could still feel him licking it.
"How much of it is outside me now?" I asked.
"Sir, a good two inches, Sir. It is light brown and warm and it smells."
"All shit smells." I answered. "Now listen closely. I am ordering you to
place your lips around my turd and suck on it, like you were sucking my
cock. If you want to continue being my best buddy you must do it."
There was a minute or two of silence. Then I felt him taking my shit into
his mouth, his lips were now glued to my asshole and I knew he had the
whole two inches in his mouth. I shifted my weight off my bent knees and
as I did the turd broke off and now was completely in his mouth. I had to
see this. I could not believe this was actually happening. I stood up a
little and turned around and sure enough the turd was fully in his mouth.
When he saw me looking at him he opened his mouth wide so I could see the
piece of shit sitting on his tongue.I was tempted to order him to eat and
swallow the entire piece of turd. But since this was our first go around
in this area I told him to spit the turd in his hand and hold it while I
continued with my shitting.
He removed the turd from his mouth and held it in his hand. I moved my
feet closer to his feet until I was over his cock and balls. I squatted
down and pushed out another turd and another. They dropped on his cock
and balls but rolled off his body on to the floor.
"Put the piece of turd that's in your hand with the other turds on the
floor. You don't have to eat them, but you do have to clean my ass hole
with your tongue. You will lap up any shit that is there and you will eat
it all. I want you to swallow every piece."
I backed up and squatted over his face like before. Soon his tongue was
licking my ass hole and he would pause every once in awhile as he ate and
swallowed the small tidbits of shit.
"Sir, It is all clean, Sir. Your ass hole has no more shit on it, Sir"
Chris said.
I stood up and looked at him laying on the floor beside the pile of my
shit. And there was shit around his mouth.
"My ass may be cleaned, but your face is not. Let me help you" I stood
directly over his face, and since my hardon had softened a bit, I took my
prick and let a hot stream of piss flow out that hit him squarely in the
face. It splashed all over. I ran the stream onto his chest and around
his hard cock and balls and back to his face.
"Open your mouth" I shouted and I continued pissing in his mouth and just
like earlier today it collected in his mouth making bubbles and he was
gulping and swallowing it all down his gullet. When I finished pissing I
knelt down over his body looking down into his face. I was stroking my
cock. It wasn't long before it was rock hard. I told him to open his
mouth again and I continued jerking off until I could feel the cum
rushing out of my balls into my cock. I aimed for his mouth and blasted
away. Most of what I shot did go directly into his mouth but some hit his
nose, eyes and cheeks.
I stood over him. "Now jerk yourself off. I want to see you cum all over
yourself."
Chris grabbed his cock with his right hand while his left hand played
with his balls. It wasn't very much longer before I saw a strain on his
face.His legs and toes stretched out and he shot his load. It landed on
his chest and even his chin. His cum mixed with my cum and piss. He
rubbed all of the mixture over his body and even sucked a glob off his
fingers.
"Just one more thing, Chris, and we can call it a day." I said. "Before
you leave I want you to get a bucket of water and with a brush, clean all
this cum, piss and shit down that water drain. Then I want you to use
that broom over there and sweep this garage floor while still naked.
When it's all clean, use that hose on the wall and wash down the floor,.
When my mom and dad see this garage so clean I know I will get a
big bonus allowance and also when they see how clean the upstairs
bathroom is. Too bad you can't take any of the credit for what
you did. After you have finished with the garage come to my bedroom
where you can get dressed before you go home. Any questions?"
"No, Bobby, er, NO SIR. No questions. I know what to do. Will I see you
tomorrow, Sir?" Chris asked.
"Yes, after church we will take a walk in the woods in back of your
house. We have a lot to talk about.:With that, I left Chris standing in
the garage.
I walked back into the house carrying my underpants with me and went
into my bedroom. I will have to take a shower and change underwear. I
looked over at my computer which still had a list of movies playing in
this area on the screen that Chris was checking out this morning. I'm
sure glad that Chris and I didn't go to a movie this Saturday.
The End